A flower of smiles
In a hand so warm
A massaging sun waving from miles
In a sky of no harm
Greets your morning from the land of my mind
II
The land of my mind
In which I farm happiness in weeds of strife
Throwing stumps and thorns into dungeons of past’s behind
Carving a great team to play the team of life
So create a smile without a sigh
IV
A smile with no sigh
Even if clouds blanket the waving sun
Knowing transiency is its bothersome hi
And impotency carves its tempt like fun
In a garden of your sweet scented presence
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb. 8, 2018